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Shortly after the locker incident, I arrive at lunch surprisingly just in time to cut in front of Nik Worthen, or however he spells his name. So I looked on the menu because I'm getting sick of getting a "chicken" sandwich everyday. Hah, I looked on the menu expecting food. First mistake was there. Second was that the popcorn "chicken" caught my eye. I wanted it. So I get to first in the line which is usually when people initiate the ordering process. I ask the lady if I can have some popcorn chicken. She said no, which wasn't... really what I was expecting. I asked her why not. She said that it wasn't Tuesday/Thursday. I said that I knew she had some popcorn chicken, and that I wanted it. She told me that they didn't have it. So I succumbed and got another... "chicken" sandwich. Afterwards, Nik and I discussed how royally shafted I got. She could have gotten a chicken tender and cut it up into various small pieces claiming that it was popcorn chicken. And if she really didn't have it, why not make some? I'm sure I'm not the only person out there who craved popcorn chicken on Monday. My appetite doesn't revolve around what day it is, but it's typical that the lunch ladies would try to control every aspect of society, starting with our eating habits. So in order to fix this problem, why not serve food.. pardon, "food" on all days rather than selected days. Make some popcorn chicken to serve on other days dumbasses (dumbassi?). Stick a chicken in a microwave for a bit, he'll pop, and there will be corn chicken ready to eat. Problem solved, everybody's happy. You get my money, I get sustenance.
Fix your damn menus.
By the way, I took the chicken part from my chicken sandwich and tore it into little pieces and had my own popcorn chicken. ON MONDAY. Eat that, bitches.
Fix your damn menus.
By the way, I took the chicken part from my chicken sandwich and tore it into little pieces and had my own popcorn chicken. ON MONDAY. Eat that, bitches.